The streets of Mystveil came alive as we stepped out of The Golden Hearth. The sun hung just above the rooftops, casting long, golden shadows that danced over cobblestones worn smooth by countless travelers. Mystveil was a frontier town, but it felt anything but quiet. It hummed with energy, the kind that only a hub for adventurers and traders could generate.
Merchants called out from colorful stalls lining the main street, their voices blending into a lively chorus. The air carried a medley of scents—spices, fresh bread, roasted meat, and the faint tang of metal from a nearby blacksmith. Children darted between the legs of travelers, laughing as they played impromptu games. Everywhere I looked, there was movement, life, and purpose.
Lunara walked silently beside me, her sapphire eyes taking in everything with quiet curiosity. Her gait was calm and deliberate, but there was a subtle tension in her posture, as if she were cataloging every potential threat.
